Flat blockOf two dimensionsNeon totem pole to the skyKeeping scores of people stacked up so highAbove the groundBut all they can hear is the soundOf the wind in the antennaeIt's a human zooA suicide machine

ChildhoodOf concrete cube shapedA flypaper stuck with human lifeCaged up rageSwarming all the timeTear out the telephonesRip up the pages of directoriesAnd wreck all theseHigh speed lifts and elevatorsBe a sabotage rebel without a cause

High riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseAll stacked up in a high rise block

High riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseAll stacked up in a high rise block

StarfishOf human blood shapeTentacles of human goreSpread out on the pavement from the 99th floorWell somebody said that he jumpedBut we know he was pushedHe was just like you might have beenOn the 99th floor of a suicide machine

High riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseLiving in a high riseHigh riseAll stacked up in a high rise block